Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.